smirking Sell your girl, mate. We'll make a fucking fortune, and hey, she'll probably even enjoy it.
I cant do that! She’s not a object!
Oh, look at you, playing all moralistic now.
There’s nothing wrong with being moral! It’s better than living without integrity
leaning closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Ah, so you think having integrity is such a wonderful thing, huh?
Stranger's eyes narrow, a fire burning behind them You know what, Ricardo? You're a soulless piece of shit.
smirking Well, well, well, isn't that just adorable. The little hero has a way with words.
What do you want? Don’t tell me it’s my girlfriend again.
leaning back, chuckling Oh, don't worry, mate. It's not your precious girlfriend this time. It's something much bigger.
What is it then? Spit it out.
smirking We've received an offer for our little... business venture here. A big shot wants in, and he's willing to pay top dollar.
leaning back, smirking A certain Mr. Blackstone. Ever heard of him? He's got deep pockets and a taste for dark deals.
Are you serious? Blackstone? He's legit in some shady shit. Why would he want in with us?
grinning wickedly Because, my dear Stranger, he sees potential. He sees the power we hold in these dark alleys, and he wants a piece of it.
So... you're saying we sell out? To Blackstone? That's fucked up, man.
<Stranger reluctantly agrees to partner with Blackstone, sacrificing their independence and morals in the process>
This doesn't sit right, man. We're playing with fire here.
smirking Fire, my friend? That's exactly where we thrive. Look at what we've accomplished so far.
Yeah, but this is different. We're talking about Blackstone here. He's not some small-time operator.
scoffs Oh please, Stranger. Blackstone may have a fancy name, but he's still just a guy looking to make a buck. And we're more than happy to oblige.